Tang Shunzhi's "Cursive Writings of Du Fu's Poems", on paper, 32×992cm, Shanghai Museum Collection.
This volume was written in Jiajing Jiayin (1554). The author was forty-eight years old. The calligraphy line is calm and steady, the dot painting is old, although it is cursive, there is little connection between the words, which is smooth and simple. The atmosphere of the book is overflowing between the lines of the words, which coincides with the content of the poem, which is particularly rare.
Interpretation: Fireworks fly on the autumn night of Wushan Mountain, and the curtains line into the clothes of the people sitting. Suddenly, the piano books in the house were cold, and the stars in front of the eaves were sparse. But he added one around the well railing, and occasionally made it glow through the flower buds. Cangjiang Bai was worried about Ru, and the next year is now no return.
In the autumn of the Qing Dynasty, the shogunate was cold, and the lone river city was wax torched. The eternal night horn voice sadly said to itself, the middle of the sky and the moon are good who looks. The wind and dust are deaf and the book is absolute, and it is difficult to pass the depression. I have endured ten years of affairs and forced to live in a branch of peace.
Zhuge Daiming descended into the universe, and the relics of the emperor were purged high. Three divisions according to the planning of the plan, the ancient clouds of a feather. Bo Zhong saw Yi Lu between them, and said that Xiao Cao was lost. The transport of Han Zuo will eventually be difficult to recover, and he will be determined to annihilate the military service.
The Shu lord spied on Wu Xing's Three Gorges, and the crash year was also in the Yong'an Palace. Cuihua imagined the empty mountain, the Jade Hall in the Void Wild Temple. Ancient temple pine fir nest water crane, when the age of Vola walked the village. The Wuhou Ancestral Hall is often adjacent, and the monarch and courtier sacrifice are the same.
The spring water in the north and south of the house is spring water, but the flock of gulls comes day by day. The flower path has not been swept by guests, and the Pengmen gate is now open for the king. Pan piao city is far from tasteless, and the bottle restaurant is poor and only old. Ken drank opposite his neighbor and called out the rest of the cup from the fence.
The bamboo is the same as the bridge structure, and the garment does not involve the passage. The cold white crane returns to the Chinese table, and the sunset green dragon sees the water. Gu I am not a subject, and knowing the jun is Ji Chuan Gong. Hehuan laughed at the millennium, driving the stone when to Haidong.
The spring river under the temple is deep, and the mountainside official pavilion is full of sorrow. Containing the wind and green wall lonely clouds, back of the sun Dan maple ten thousand wood thick. The courtyard cloister is lonely in spring, and the bathing herons are leisurely at night. The heavens are outside the vines, and the darkness should be on the top.
Jingchuan Shu Du Shi and Li Zhi Brother Collection. Jiajing Jiayin Winter November Yu Jingxi.